Creative

My Mouthy Week

I’m sitting on a train, my laptop on my legs, the screen flickering with sunlight and passing reflections. Looking up occasionally, I’m catching glimpses of yellow fields with neat hedgerows, or small towns with a muddle of red roofs, chimneys, … read more

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How To Relax At The Theatre

Edinburgh during the Fringe is unlike anything else. The sheer quantity and range of shows on offer is incredible. This year there are over 3873 shows. Lots of people I’ve spoken to have been overwhelmed by this huge choice and … read more

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Reflecting Responsibility

I’m lying on the bed in my accessible studio flat in Edinburgh. We arrived in the city yesterday. After a long day of traveling and months of preparation it felt incredible to be here at last, and even more incredible … read more

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Remixing The Globe Weekend Workshop

Back in December six young creatives with Tourettes came together for a weekend of thinking, talking and making at Battersea Arts Centre. Together with researcher Will Renel we explored the theme of sonic inclusion. I’m excited to announce that … read more

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Writer’s Block

When I started writing this blog over seven years ago I wrote a post every day and had no idea that this was quite unusual. But writing every day became an important part of my routine. It didn’t just mean … read more

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Midday At The Oasis

For the last few days I’ve been hanging out with Fran. We’ve been friends for many years. For the last year she’s been living in Sri Lanka, but she’s back in the UK now and is providing me with … read more

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The University Of The Castle

It’s half term this week. When I worked at Oasis, a busy children’s play organisation in Stockwell, the school holidays were always our busiest period. Now that Leftwing Idiot and I work full time for Touretteshero, the pattern’s … read more

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Not I and Me

Years ago, long before Touretteshero and way before getting on stage had even crossed my mind, Leftwing Idiot introduced me to a short play called Not I by Samuel Beckett. I’d never read any of Beckett’s work before, or … read more

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If Your Body Were A Landscape What Would It Be?

It’s late, I’m in bed, and my body’s been exceptionally wriggly for more than nine hours. I’m exhausted and need to sleep, but despite several rounds of emergency medication I’m still just as wriggly.

But I’ve just seen a tweet … read more

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Solidarity For Everyone - Even Lamp-Posts

It’s 6am, early morning light is creeping in under my pale blue blind, and through the gap I get a glimpse of the garden outside.

I know the lamp-post’s out there too, but it went off about an hour ago … read more

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